Wicked Witch of Schwartzweld
The redhead exited her ship, giving a look around the small space around her. Gnarls was resting not too far from the ship, and somewhere in the trees she caught sight of a lock of purple hair from a napping teenager. How the girl managed to rest on a branch like she was some sort of monkey baffled Curupira but she decided not to ask. Instead, her golden gaze searched for someone else. She'd been contacted by a member of the Witchmasters, requesting some assistance in the department of spells mostly. The name rang a bell, the redhead remembered, from that little adventure they took to Kintan. It hardly mattered though.
She did however hope he wouldn't be late. Being late was hardly a good first impression to her. Plus it would make her bored and a bored Ruu was never really a good thing. Because, sure, Curupira had decided to make some changes, wanted more out of life than what she had before but that didn't change things about her that had always been there. Like a a bored Ruu. Never a good thing, no matter how old she was, no matter how serious she tried to be.
[member="Gheleon"]
She did however hope he wouldn't be late. Being late was hardly a good first impression to her. Plus it would make her bored and a bored Ruu was never really a good thing. Because, sure, Curupira had decided to make some changes, wanted more out of life than what she had before but that didn't change things about her that had always been there. Like a a bored Ruu. Never a good thing, no matter how old she was, no matter how serious she tried to be.
[member="Gheleon"]